She was the second passenger to ride the bus, after a man at the very back seat. She was 9 years old, with long brown hair and she wore long sleeves, even in the heat of the summer. The man was on the phone, speaking loudly, arguing with the person on the other line. The bus become full as more people entered and the man was still being loud, cursing and degrading the person he was talking to. The other passengers looked uneasy. Some were amused and one even recorded the scene with his phone. The little girl tried her best to not listen because his words bothered her so much. She tried to sleep, study, and even look for a seat further from the man, but it was all occupied. Her destination was still a long way, so she had to endure until the man’s degradation became too unbearable to hear. Memories, bad memories, flooded her mind of when her parents mistreated her. Memories she tried hard to suppress throughout that bus ride. “Stop it!” She screamed, attracting the attention of everyone on the bus. “No one deserves to be told those words to. I don’t care if you’re older than me, you need to stop treating that person badly!” At that moment of anger, she looked at him straight in the eye and his facial expression changed. Embarrassment and guilt accompanied filled his face. “I’m sorry.” he said to the girl. “Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to the one you’re mistreating.” With this last word, she finally arrived to her destination and as she stepped out the bus, heads turned to look at her, both with shock and amazement. Ever since that day, the passengers thought twice before speaking in such a way that that little nine year old girl would disprove of.